Skut

[Intro]
So many good reviews off of Bastard
I celebrated getting masturbated by my pastor
Now he's in a plastic, on the kitchen table
Near a bowl of Lucky Charms and the newest Thrasher

[Verse 1]
When I say Wolf Gang, you say fuck that
Room full of wolves, inhalers and used blunt wraps
Fingers in the middle of bitches bodacious butt cracks
Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped
Um, that's not a potato, give me my gun back
Before I blast bigger than pimples on Big Pun's back
Black fat bitches was washin' on my dishes
And using my large stick on her lips like my cum's chapped
I love Jews but I hate faggots
And bitches who be nagging about me taking the trash out
I got a fuckin' can of whoop ass, who wants to pack it?
Going ape shit in the newest Bape straight jacket
With six dicks and chapsticks, thicker than my black lips
Six sippie cups full of sick shit enhancements
Wolf Gang spit right
Ain't been this much fuckin' crack rock music since Freeway had a Flipside (Damn)
So get low, lower than a ditch
I'm with some retarded bitch, hoping she know how to kiss slow
They know, I'm the clinic's aid and I'm sick
So they clap for me kinda like a herpe on the lip
With some tutor bitch, tryna tickle with her cooter
This bitch acting I still did not know with it
Until I put this cock on, the end of clitoris
Fucking this game, I used this shit as spit as lubricant
So who you with? (Umm, fuck you)
I got this fuckin' gun, you better say "Yes", you stupid bitch
Before you lose your wrist and Richard make you chew some dick
I'm fucking crazy, well I guess I am if these shoes will fit (Aah)
Fuck the Key club, they wanna ban 'em
I got fucking fans from Compton to Montana
To Indiana, where deaf dwarfs still don't understand 'em
Because yelling at midgets is like me beefing with Brandun (Fuck him)
Stomp 'em out, with these crab ass Nikes
Make it look like some slob, scribbled all on his white Tee
Invite me, come on, you got a better chance to getting Shake
My dad and Earl's motherfuckin' momma to like me (Bitch)
Animals is farming you, Patrick, this is barnacles
Sandy gave Ace a sponge job at the carnivals
And SpongeBob got his head knocked from the first that Ace got
Nigga's soft as baby cock in a cotton swab

[Verse 2]
This that fuck music, but you shouldn't fuck to it
Shouldn't give one when your bumping in the trunk to it
Grab a couple gats, stuff 'em in your backpack and then take them to school
For show and tell day screamin' "Fuck students"
Locate the bitch that didn't wanna give you kiss
Then get her tits, then use your fists to add a couple lumps to it
Shoot the faculty for taking hats, you stupid
But skip the music teacher and the janitor you real cool with
Continue this procedure until lunch is through with
Go home out the back like a scared student
Keep a low pro, until you on your block
And then you just make it home in time for new news brief at 2ish
(Stuck at all this bible study) Shit is not fun
Me and Wolf Gang go jump nuns for hot fun
Plan was to bail when shots heard, and cops come (Bow)
But I'm still punchin' this bitch out, I'm not done (Bitch)
Sittin' in my room masturbating (Ah)
Truthful, these lyrics are relating like my dad did
I make music for teenagers and bad ass kids
Bastard touched more boys than your local church did
Killing these niggas off quick
Don't believe me then watch me empty out a full clip
Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch
That wasn't bullets, that was copies of Bastard you bitch (Bow, bow, bow)

[Outro]
This my (Bow bow, motherfucker)
(Pancake, pancake, oatmeal, oatmeal)
This my first shit that I recorded in three months
I don't even wanna mix this shit
I'ma just give it to y'all niggas raw
Wolf Gang, free Earl
Ah shit, I fuckin' took the headphones out